U.S. Destroyer Tempra sailed West along the Northern African coast. Onboard, the crew was gathered ready for the briefing and eager to get to the new port.

Chief Petty Officer Dashworth looked at his men as they crammed into the room, making sure they were all in attendance. He wanted to make sure nobody missed out on his warnings and instructions.

Dashworth called for silence. "In about two hours we will be arriving into port. Now my boys," He paused. "We are all due for some R and R, so I want you all to take time and enjoy yourselves."

Dashworth swung about, "R and R will start at fourteen hundred hours, and you all will have a forty-eight-hour pass. You can come back before then, but don't come back with the aid of the local constabulary. Anyone coming back after that time will be punished as needed.

"The town is usually friendly to well-behaved sailors, but be warned, there are some who would like to take a stray sailor and ruin him. To be able to keep safe, stay North and West of the river, and don't go past Palm Grove Road to the East. That leaves a fairly good chunk of the town well within walking distance. You will find hotels, bars, clubs, brothels, gambling dens, and other such places where they will quite happily relieve you of your cash."

Yeah, yeah, thought Seaman Brendon Kirk, heard all that before, so the real fun starts at the river and then going South East.

"Crew dismissed," Dashworth called out.

The crew began to disperse, then as Brendon made his way past Dashworth, he was stopped.

"Seaman Kirk," He looked him in the eye. "If I have to come looking for you again..."

"Chief, I learned my lesson, I will be back on time," He grinned.

"That's what worries me. If you get into trouble again, you are on your own."

"Yes, Chief."

Dashworth knew full well that Seaman Kirk was a difficult man, prone to violence, cheating at cards and making other's lives a misery. Most likely he had already gambled and gathered about half the crews' pay, giving them less to enjoy during their time ashore. He also knew that Kirk had run a drug ring for a while before his enlistment, but he had found no evidence that he had drugs on board.

Almost at noon, the ship docked, and the crew prepared the ship for restocking and refueling. Then it was fourteen hundred hours, Dashworth watch as his group of sailors began to disembark, and then move off through the docks and into town. Most moved off in groups of about four to six, and now and again a single figure would head out.

Dashwork headed back inside to his cramped office and began to go through the reports and other paperwork that was needed. He thought about his boys, as he called them, knowing most would last one night away, while a few more hardy types would not return until after midday the following day. He knew Seaman Kirk would most likely be the last back.

Brendon moved out with a group of others, trying to look like he was joining them at least for a few hours. The closest bars were quickly filling up, so the group headed further away from the docks. A few minutes later they came to another bar that looked fairly empty. A short time later they all had cold beers in their hands and began to relax.

As it was still fairly early in the afternoon, a few others came in and joined the group, but the locals kept their distance. No doubt the entertainment would begin after sundown. Brendon slipped away from the group and headed towards the river. He was seeing something much more potent than beer.

Brendon soon found Palm Grove Road, he then began to follow it until he crossed over the river. It was time for him to find a place that had Shisha and the harder drugs to indulge himself. After about ten minutes he smelt the faint odor of Hashish and knew he was going in the right direction. A few more minutes and he found what he was looking for.

Brendon entered what looked like a small coffee shop, but the pungent smell told of other substances being smoked. After a few brief words and handing over some cash, he was taken out the back to a room littered with cushions and a Hookah in the corner. Shortly he was brought a cup of dark coffee, and a packet of tobacco mixed with Hashish.

As Brendon smoked the Hashish, he began to feel euphoric, a good sign that he was well on his way to get high. And high is what he really wanted to be. While hashish was nice, he would soon start to crave the harder narcotics that would give him the edge of insane feelings, the escape where only a true addict could go.

A bit more cash and Brendon had a new address to visit, one where he might find what he was looking for. The afternoon was hot as he moved along small alleyways, crossed over side streets then he found the place he had been seeking. Again, it looked like a small coffee shop, with a room at the back with a few Hookahs.

Brendon handed over more cash, and soon he had more coffee and a small sticky date cake. Then he was given a small tinfoil package, inside was the cocaine he had wanted. Resting on the abundant cushions, he began to inhale the drug through a straw. This was much better. Another couple arrived and they were given a small package. They too had cocaine.

A while later Brendon was given another package, but this one had tobacco laced with ice. This was definitely more like what he wanted. Using the Hookah, he began to smoke the drug and revel in its effects on his perception.

It was almost evening when Brendon left the coffee shop. He had one more drug he was seeking. It took a hefty bribe to get more details, and he wasn't sure he was actually given the right directions needed to find the place he was now seeking.

The streets and alleyways were becoming more crowded, and he was going against the general flow. Slowly he made progress, then he found the alley he was seeking, a few places down he looked up at the sign, this was the place he wanted, but it was also a seedy and rundown looking brothel.

Brendon entered the lobby and noticed the smell of shisha, along with other exotic scents. A burly looking man approached Brendon, eyeing him suspiciously, and in broken English asked him what he was seeking.

Brendon replied telling him he sought company, something to boost his ego and a place to relax and enjoy himself.

Then in good English, the man told Brendon that there would be a show starting in about an hour, that he could select from the girls on stage and then take time to enjoy himself after. He also informed Brendon of a few good shops close by to get himself a bite to eat before the show began.

Finding a place that sold kababs, Brendon walked about the market place, sipping coffee and slowly taking bites out of his kabab. He watched the ebb and flow of people and he knew that he was well alone as far as any of the ship's company was concerned. He liked that idea a lot.

Brendon also realized that he too was being watched, He counted five younger men keeping tabs on him. He knew trouble was brewing, so he decided to make a proactive strike against the one guy he knew to be the ring leader.

Carefully he edged closer to his target, but also aimed at one of the other men so that the ring leader would come up behind him. The other three were caught unaware and were out of place as Brendon asked the young thug for a light for his smoke. Then Brendon spun and caught the leader, pulling him close, he delivered a stunning blow to his chest.

The leader was unable to breathe, he floundered in Brendon's grip, then with a smile, Brendon let him go. The message was clear, time to move on for them both. Brendon moved on, making sure that nobody followed, then he looped about and returned back to the brothel.

Brendon found a seat fairly close to the dance floor, he was well-positioned to judge just which one of the girls he was going to spend some time with. He had also paid for his drug of choice to have later. Soon the place began to fill, and drinks were being offered. Brendon sat and waited, slowly sipping his drink.

One by one, the dancers arrived, doing a routine, then each of them came forward to do a dance and shimmy, before retreating to the background. The first couple of dancers were very well set up, and clearly, the ones who would command the best price. A few others were close, but a couple showed nerves and were a fraction off in their steps.

Brendon eyes the second one of the last pair, she seemed to be a little hesitant, and he thought she would be a bit more reluctant in her crib. He smirked to himself, yes, she would do for what he wanted.

A few minutes later Brendon escorted the dancer of his choice out the back and into the crib area. The was a small walled room with a heavy canvas cover over the doorway. Inside was a few trinkets, a bed, a small table, an oil lamp which gave off a scent to hide the odor of sweaty bodies.

"Do you know any English?" Asked Brendon.

"A little bit of English," She replied with a bit of a lisp.

"Good. First thing I want to do is fuck," He grinned. "Then I want to relax a bit, shoot my stuff and then fuck again."

"You want quicky for relief, then take more time once you are ready. I can do that."

He moved and pushed her towards the crib, then he took her in his arms, and eased her down, not giving her a chance to disrobe. She pulled her legs wide as he climbed on top of her. He pushed his pants down while she took hold of his swelling cock. His hand snaked down between her legs and pulled her panties to one side.

She lined his cock up and pulled him into her, making herself gasp loudly as Brendon swiftly entered her, his cock driving in as deeply as he could. Then he began to thrust in hard and deep, hearing her moans and groans as she thrust back again.

Brendon did not last long, he felt his climax rapidly approaching and he knew he should ease up but he kept going. He thrust in hard again as his climax erupted inside her.

Brendon slid off her and pulled her panties back into place, then he tried to kiss her to show his thanks. She wanted to go and do a bit of a cleanup, but Brendon stopped her, telling her he was not yet finished with her. He wanted his cum to stay in her panties until he was totally done.

Brendon then took the little package he had been given and opened it up. A few minutes later he had taken the heroin and began to feel its effects running through his body. Bliss.

The evening wore on, he cuddled with the dancer for a while. He began to feel the euphoria and he wanted to have to do more with her again. She then began to masturbate him and started to suck on his cock. Brendon lay back and let her get on with what she wanted to do.

In a state of haze, Brendon felt his cock being sucked and rubbed, much to his delight, He closed his eyes and enjoyed the added euphoria. He began to doze and then woke as she mounted his cock. She began to ride him as he lay there, his cock felt very hard and sensitive, adding to his enjoyment.

Then she lay on top of him rubbing his chest and making him begin to purr. She kissed his neck and chin, then nibbled his ear, while her body writhed up and down on his cock.

"You want big bang rock cock?" She murmured into his ear.

"Huh?" He did not understand but he liked the sound of what she was suggesting. "Yeah."

"Yeah, you will like big bang rock cock. Just relax and in no time I give you what you need."

Brendon closed his eyes, his body and mind dulled by the cocktail of drugs he had taken. Big bang rock cock sounded like a dream come true.

Again Brendon dozed, he vaguely felt hands on his cock and a soft rubbing, his cock getting harder again as the rubbing carried on. He felt a kind of warmth spread out from between his legs. Then Brendon felt someone tease his cock again, and it felt very, very sensitive.

Brendon opened one eye and looked down, his cock was now huge, nearly twice its normal length, as well as being much, much fatter.

"Ohh, yeah, that feels so good. Yeah, I like my cock like this. Now fuck me!"

"Your rock cock is too much for me, you need Hanna. She like big bang rock cock, I go get her, she wants to ride you."

It took less than a minute for Hanna to arrive. Hanna was a very large woman, and she quickly straddled Brendon. His huge cock slipping in between her legs, and she started to pump him hard. Brendon was amazed just how much of his cock she could take.

The sensations for Brendon grew rapidly, and he realized he was going to cum very hard. He had no way to hold off, and then with a powerful gripping sensation from his balls, he released a huge torrent into Hanna.

Hanna did not miss a beat and kept on going. Brendon's cock seemed to harden even more. A couple of minutes later, Brendon knew he was going to cum again. The sensations were getting more and more intense. He really liked what Hanna was doing and he really liked his big bang rock cock.

Brendon grunted and gasped at the intense and longer release. His body quivered and he spasmed over and over as his cock pulsed the next huge load into Hanna.

Hanna sat on top of him, she leaned forward and asked, "You want more?"

"Yeah, if you can, more!"

Hanna started up again, pumping Brendon's cock hard. Brendon euphoria grew quickly again, he was really enjoying this. Hanna began to go slower, rolling her body against his and keeping him on the edge of his climax.

Then Hanna began to cum and that drove Brendon over the edge, another powerful wave of euphoria, His release even more intense than the last time. Brendon gaped and rolled his head, the intensity of his climax draining the energy from the rest of his body.

"There we go! You really enjoyed your big bang rock cock." She told him, "It was very nice to ride. Now relax and sleep."

Brendon began to doze, his dreams were full of joy and of Hanna on top of his huge cock. He was totally spent and he was quite exhausted by the night's activities. This had to be his best night out on R and R he had ever had.

Brendon woke cramped up, he was not where he had gone to sleep, he was on the edge of an alleyway. Brendon slowly stood up on shaky legs, He had on his clothes, but his wallet, watch, and other items were gone.

Brendon then realized his cock was still very much erect and very hard, and still as big as it had been the night before. As he gathered his thoughts more and the sleep ebbed he could feel his cock throbbing and it felt uncomfortable.

Carefully arranging his clothes, he set out to get back to his ship. While the loss of his wallet and watch were a nuisance, it did not overtly worry him as most of his savings were back on board the ship, along with a few more watches he had won while gambling.

With the sun rising to his right, Brendon began to head North, and if he could not go North, he would turn to his left and go West until he had a clear way North again. Slowly he made his way through the town and then came across the river again. He still needed to go further West to find Palm Grove Road.

Brendon thought back to the previous evening and then looked down at his front. He chuckled to himself, for now, he had the biggest, fattest, meanest badass cock in the whole damn Navy. Nobody else would even come close.

About ten minutes later he found the bridge at Palm Grove Road, and he moved back into a somewhat more friendly area. He would go back to the ship, replenish his cash reserves, then find another brothel to torment the whores with his huge cock. Yeah, he was going to enjoy that!

As Brendon made his way through the streets and alleyways, he felt the urge for him to have a good piss. It had been building up since he got back across the river. His cock was also getting more and more uncomfortable. But he hoped that would ease once he was able to relieve himself.

It was now mid-morning as he approached the docks and his ship, there were not a lot of sailors about, and he was able to dart onboard without any noticing him and his bulge in his pants. He quickly made his way to bunkroom where he slept. Off to one side was the latrines, and he made all haste to get inside.

Brendon tried to point his cock at the urinal, but it seemed to want to point higher. Then he released his bladder, and he almost cried out in agony He really needed to piss, but nothing was happening, and that hurt.

Brendon swore under his breath as he stood there, then very slowly, a drop appeared and dripped off the end of his cock. Then another drop eased out and followed the first. One by one, the drips appeared and slid off Brendon's cock, it was going to be a very slow process. Then after about a minute, the drops began to slowly speed up, it still was very slow going but he felt as if he was getting somewhere.

In the end, it was a very slow dribble the allowed Brendon to finish. but as he tucked his cock away he winced, as it felt hot and very uncomfortable. He again looked down at his cock, and with a look of despair, he realized it had become an almost an angry red.

Then to make matters worse, he heard voices outside in the bunkroom. Carefully he straightened up his clothing and made his way out to his bunk. Then he saw the Chief watching him with a bemused look upon his face.

"Seaman Kirk, what a surprise to see you back so soon, this must be a record."

"It's all good, Chief, just come back to refresh my cash supplies." He tried to look as innocent as possible while failing totally.

"You might want to also refresh yourself as well, you stink and by the looks of things you caught something a bit nasty as well." He smirked. "Go shower."

"Yes, Chief!"

Brendon went to the showers. But the hot water made his cock feel as if it was burning and cold water made him feel faint. After a lot of playing with taps, he got a lukewarm shower without his cock acting up. But he knew then his cock was now a big problem.

Dried and dressed, Brendon made his way to the sickbay to see the medical officer. He was in luck and nobody else was about. They closed the door and then Brendon showed the officer what he had.

"Well, yes, I see. I think they call it, Big Bang Rock Cock. I haven't seen one of those it quite a few years." He started to gather a few medical instruments. "Alas, it really is bad news for you. Nothing can be done about it. It has to come off."

"Off! What do you mean, off?"

"I mean, your cock has to be cut off, the sooner the better, a bit of local and you won't feel a thing."

"NO WAY! No, you are not going to cut off my cock. Like hell will I let you cut my cock off," Retorted Brendon, feeling both angry and scared.

"There is nothing else I can do, there is no alternative, your cock has to come off."

Brendon stood up and back over to the door, he turned and bolted out the door and then off the ship. Like hell would he let anyone cut off his cock.

He had gone about three blocks before he began to slow. He tried to think hard but, it was not easy. His cock had begun to throb and get painful again. He slowed to almost a crawl, then he through that there should be some kind of hospital or something in the town. Then he seemed to recall that the Navy had a shore base hospital near the docks, he would try again.

It took Brendon almost thirty minutes to locate the base and then to get inside and another twenty minutes to see the officer on duty. This time he had a much older and much more experienced officer to take a look at his cock.

The officer slowly shook his head once he saw what was going on.

"Alas, that's one hell of a dose of Big Bang Rock Cock you have there." He sighed, "I know you won't like this, but the truth is simple, your cock has to come off. I know of no alternative, there is nothing else I can do for you."

"You are not cutting off my cock!" Hissed Brendon through gritted teeth, his anger flaring. "Nobody is going to cut off my cock!"

The officer stood there with his hands out and open, showing him he had no other ideas. Brendon tucked his cock back into his pants and fled the office and the base.

Brendon made his way back into the port city, he was angry, he was thirsty, he was hungry and he was in pain. This was not a good combination. He found a small bar and ordered himself a Bourbon and Coke. It was a quiet place where he hoped he could think and sort out some kind of a plan.

A while later Brendon left the bar and went to find a place to eat. Soon after he found a small kabab retailer and as he nibbled on it, he saw a sign over a small corner shop. He was sure this was another doctor's practice. Slowly he edged closer and looked at the doctor's details.

Much to Brendon's relief, the doctor's sign was in several languages, and not only that he seemed to be some kind of specialist in sexual health. Further reading told Brendon that the doctor was well-traveled, and originated from Singapore.

Brendon went inside and after a brief exchange with the receptionist, he had an appointment for later that afternoon. All he had to do now was to wait and have a couple more drinks.

Brendon had to pay in advance, then he was ushered into the doctor's office, and he looked at the older man who was clearly of Asian descent.

"Good afternoon, sir, and what seems to be your problem today?" His voice was articulate and warm.

"This!" Brendon replies as he eased his cock out from his pants, cringing as he did so.

"Ah, yes, I see," The doctor stood up an moved around his desk. "Yes indeed, that is quite magnificent. I must admit that's one of the best cases of Big Bang Rock Cock I have seen in ages."

The doctor moved over to a cupboard, opened it and took out a small jar of cream. he turned and gave the jar to Brendon.

"Rub it gently in, it will help make it feel a lot better." He moved back to stand beside his desk, then he chuckled.

Brendon slowly began to rub the cream onto his cock and he felt the almost instant relief as he began to spread it along and over his cock.

"You are a Navy boy from the ship in town, yes?"

"Yeah," sighed Brendon as he felt the relief carry on spreading through his cock. 

The doctor chortled again, "I'll bet the told you that he had to cut off your cock, yeah?"

"Yeah, and the doctor at the base too, he wanted to chop off my cock, but nobody going to chop off my cock."

The doctor began to slowly laugh. "Those doctors know nothing, nothing at all, there is no need to at all to chop off your cock."

A huge wave of relief flooded over Brendon, he was delighted to hear no one was going to have to cut off his cock. "That is such a relief to hear that. The cream seems to be doing a great job. It already feels so much better."

"Keep rubbing the cream in about once every four hours, or as needed, it will take all the pain away."

Brendon stood up looking and feeling much happier, "Thank you, thank you, this is such a great relief."

"It's all good, just one more thing before you go."

"Yes?"

"About your cock."

"Yes?"

"Another two days."

"Yes?"

"In another two days, your cock, it will drop off."